Friday 20th Sept

I start the day by cleaning the bathroom; well I figure it can only get better from here on. Having then done all the bits and pieces around the house I’ve been avoiding, I get to the thing that I’ve really been avoiding. Well for the past 5 months at least. My tax return. Yes, and to be honest I don’t know why HMRC want one from a house husband either. It’s not as though I work for a living. Rightly or wrongly I always feel slightly nervous at this time, even though it’s always above board. You just never know with the tax man. As it happens I get halfway through completing it online, and then I realise Mrs P has some information I require. So I save what I’ve done and put it aside until next week.

I open the cupboard for a snack and am astounded at the variety of cakes and biscuits we have in. 4 types of biscuits, 5 types of chocolate biscuits, two cakes and some muffins. It’s not as if we have people around. They are all for us. I must have a word with Mrs P, as I can see a way to cut the shopping budget. Though I expect she’ll just answer back that they were all on offer. It may well be an argument I can’t win, but I’ll give it a go.

In the evening we are invited into the neighbours for dinner. The food and company are as ever excellent. The only downside is that we are taking the eldest to look at Warwick University tomorrow, and so I cannot imbibe in the red wine. Well a couple of small glasses with dinner, and Mrs P ensures that is all I have. Oh and I lost the biscuit/cake argument as well.

Yours still sober.

Jay